This isn't a story about kites.
When I was very young, maybe four or five, our family went fishing. When I was alone with my fishing pole, I prayed to God, "Give me a fish." "And may God--if He exists, that is--strike me blind if the kite didn't just drop into his outstretched arms." (55). No sooner had I finished praying that my fishing pole whisked up and down into the water. Well, He exists. Somewhere between this crushing chapter 7 and the end, their redemption will come, must come, because He exists.
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I thought that very thing. However, I don't think it is going to play out the way I want it to. I think that it is going to end similar to Amir's first short story, the fool sitting on top of pearls crying his eyes out. Amir has already proven to be a bit cowardice on several levels, will that continue or stop, I don't know? Personally, I think Amir is going to continue to let us down. But, the hope that he will do something to correct his nature is enough to keep us reading.
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